Olde Tyme Dancing Songtext
von Joyce Grenfell

My neighbor Mrs. Fanshaw is portly, plump and gay
She must be over sixty-seven if she is a day
You might have thought her life was dull, it′s one long whirl instead
I asked her all about it and this is what she said
"I've joined an old-time dance club, the trouble is that there
Are too many ladies over and no gentlemen to spare
It seems a shame, it′s not the same, but still it has to be
Some ladies have to dance together, one of them is me."
So, stately as a galleon I sail across the floor
Doin' the military two-step as in the days of yore
I dance with Mrs. Tiverton, she's light on her feet in spite
Of turning the scale at fourteen stone and being of medium height
So gay the band, so giddy the sight, full evening dress is a must
But the zest goes out of a beautiful waltz
When you dance it bust to bust So, stately as two galleons we sail across the floor
Doin′ the Valse Polita as in the days of yore
The gent is Mrs. Tiverton and I am her lady fair
She bows to me ever so nicely and I curtsy to her with care
So gay the band, so giddy the sight, but it′s not the same in the end
For a lady is never a gentleman, though she may be a bosom friend
So, stately as two galleons we sail across the floor
Doin' the dear old Lancers as in the days of yore
I′m led by Mrs. Tiverton, she whirls me 'round and ′round
And though she maneuvers me wonderfully
Well I never get off the ground
So gay the band, so giddy the sight, I try not to get depressed
And it's done me a power of good to explode
And get this all off me chest